thou shall not steal.

People always say I'm too jealous, too possessive. I grew up an only child, with no one to share my things so this is pretty much natural. I'm not selfish.. I just want to make sure what's mine is mine alone. There are just some things you cannot share and doesn't it make you MAD when someone attempts to steal them from you?

Exhibit A.You make your own aliases and screen names. You use them as your signature, your Yahoo ID and as your codename. Everybody knows it's yours. But wow, all of a sudden you see someone else use it on Friendster. Well, hello, now everybody knows her for YOUR username. How nice.

Exhibit B.You make something on your own, with your own time, creativity and effort. You learned everything from scratch and surprise! You see it being used by someone else and takes credit for it. Hello, hello again. You want to snap at her but you can't.

Exhibit C.You want to forget that this someone is stealing something from you. You want to forgive her. You just want to put it all behind you and pray that she will not do it. You try your best to control yourself when you see her, you try to erase all evil thoughts, you force yourself to shut up when the very sound of her name comes up. But when she's there, in flesh and you see her attempting to steal your thing, you just want to explode right then and there.

I can't crack in school so I'll just do it here. How could they?! How could they sleep at night when they know they actually stole SOMETHING from someone?! How could they look at this person straight in the eye when they know that they did something wrong? HOW?! How do they manage to walk with chin up high and say "Hey! I'm an original!" when in fact they aren't? You know what, I'm actually being good here because I do not attack them in person. I actually try to forget them. But when I think about it, I just can't help but feel so irritated and betrayed. The first two are actually, well forgiven (sort of). But the last one.. oh God. I do not know when or how I am going to put her in the forgiven list but I know for sure it's not going to be anytime soon. It is so freakin' hard to love the people who hurt you. You try to compromise and forgive.. but they don't do anything about it. Are they numb or something? Aren't they even aware of their surroundings?!

I better stop. This is probably enough to make me feel okay for a little while.

By the way, I had fun at the Youth Camp yesterday even though it was corny. I made new friends! Yaaay! Hope they don't become enemies. :)

thou shall not steal.

People always say I'm too jealous, too possessive. I grew up an only child, with no one to share my things so this is pretty much natural. I'm not selfish.. I just want to make sure what's mine is mine alone. There are just some things you cannot share and doesn't it make you MAD when someone attempts to steal them from you?

Exhibit A.You make your own aliases and screen names. You use them as your signature, your Yahoo ID and as your codename. Everybody knows it's yours. But wow, all of a sudden you see someone else use it on Friendster. Well, hello, now everybody knows her for YOUR username. How nice.

Exhibit B.You make something on your own, with your own time, creativity and effort. You learned everything from scratch and surprise! You see it being used by someone else and takes credit for it. Hello, hello again. You want to snap at her but you can't.

Exhibit C.You want to forget that this someone is stealing something from you. You want to forgive her. You just want to put it all behind you and pray that she will not do it. You try your best to control yourself when you see her, you try to erase all evil thoughts, you force yourself to shut up when the very sound of her name comes up. But when she's there, in flesh and you see her attempting to steal your thing, you just want to explode right then and there.

I can't crack in school so I'll just do it here. How could they?! How could they sleep at night when they know they actually stole SOMETHING from someone?! How could they look at this person straight in the eye when they know that they did something wrong? HOW?! How do they manage to walk with chin up high and say "Hey! I'm an original!" when in fact they aren't? You know what, I'm actually being good here because I do not attack them in person. I actually try to forget them. But when I think about it, I just can't help but feel so irritated and betrayed. The first two are actually, well forgiven (sort of). But the last one.. oh God. I do not know when or how I am going to put her in the forgiven list but I know for sure it's not going to be anytime soon. It is so freakin' hard to love the people who hurt you. You try to compromise and forgive.. but they don't do anything about it. Are they numb or something? Aren't they even aware of their surroundings?!

I better stop. This is probably enough to make me feel okay for a little while.

By the way, I had fun at the Youth Camp yesterday even though it was corny. I made new friends! Yaaay! Hope they don't become enemies. :)

She's a modern lover; it's an exploration, she's made of outer space

Hello, I'm Karla Bernardo. If you Google my name, you will find the Wikipedia entry of a Canadian serial-killer (and trust me, you do not want
to read about that - but I'm sure you will because now you're curious), which is why I suggest you type Bombastarr instead so you can stalk me better.

I am twenty-four years old, but nobody believes me when I tell them that. I am completely in love with the University of the Philippines, where I graduated with a degree in Creative Writing, and where I am currently a law student. It is also where I learned how to speak a bit of Italian, got a taste of the best tapsilog, and took striptease for PE.

Ask, and you shall be answered

Got a comment, question, violent reaction, love letter, or random piece of information you want to share with me? Just fire away. I don't bite.

(I changed my form and went back to Freedback because Ask.fm's being a bitch, requiring people to sign up for accounts before asking questions. Because I love you guys, I tweaked my ask box a bit, so that the questions will now go directly to my e-mail, but I'll be posting the answers still on my Ask.fm for convenience. TL;DR - I'll still be getting your questions so no worries. You're still free to harass me / send me your love.)

Most Frequently Asked Question

Are you a pornstar?No, I am not a pornstar, stripper, or your friendly neighborhood call girl. It's just a fancy pseudonym with a long history, and two R's. Rawr.

Bombastarr.com

Bombastarr is my personal blog and my little corner in the Internet since 2005. Yes, I started writing here when I was 13 years old (aka when I was very angsty, hormonal, and always gushing at the littlest things) -- ergo, you'd have to forgive me if you come across an old post that reeks of immaturity and slightly unpolished grammar. I did a lot of growing up here, and from the looks of it, there's still a lot of growing up to do, so I don't think I'll be leaving this place any time soon.

The domain, Bombastarr.com, was purchased on June 2014 and
launched on July 2014, on the blog's ninth year (and fifth month, to be exact).

It's crazy to think that this blog is now eleven years old, because (1) that seems like an eternity in internet years, and (2) that means if my blog were a kid, it's a fifth grader! That's insane.

Here's to more tales, explosive and otherwise.

So, why Bombastarr?

If you've been living under a rock and think I'm a threat to world peace or an object of covetousness, sorry to disappoint you, folks: it's just a fancy pseudonym.

As in most things, it started in high school. It began as a joke between me and a couple of friends during our freshman year. We were practicing for a field demonstration dance which involved the use of shawls, and being the crazy-always-trying-to-be-funny person that I was (or I always attempted to be) I started doing poses with the garment. Someone started taking my picture using my phone, and one shot looked like I was posing for those B-list movies (or should it be R-list, as in R-rated?) of the vegetable-nomenclature variety. #IKYWIM. Hence, the word, "Bombastarr." Yes, very cheeky, I know, but for a 13-year-old, it was quirky enough to figure as a username. That was 2005, right around the time I trying to decide on a URL for a new blog. It's been a lot of years since, and what started as a joke became something I've eventually embraced as an identity.

Despite the many other chances I've gotten to permanently move (to Multiply, Livejournal, Tumblr, Wordpress; to a bigger platform where I can earn or use the blog as a venue for commerce), I've come to realize that Bombastarr is something I can never truly leave behind. It is a place I've grown to appreciate and love because it is a place I can call my own. It's a venue for my rants, my views, my writing. It is home, and it is who I am.

Bombastarr is a glimpse of my life: the thoughts, ideas, and stories that shape it into what it is, and what it will still become. This journal has been with me for all my crazy, often embarrassing adventures, but I'm sure there will be more anecdotes and feelings and people to write about. Which is something I'm really looking forward to. After all, you know what they say about the greatest stories - sometimes, there's still a lot that's left unwritten.